As the world of literature mourns the passing of the great P D James, I reflected on meeting her in September 2012 where she mesmerised members of the Hampshire Writers’ Society with a master-class about her craft.
She’d just launched Death Comes To Pemberley, a murder novel based on using the characters from Jayne Austen’s Pride And Prejudice, which she loved so much, she told me she read it every year.
As I lined up to have my copy signed I asked her what she was working on next.
She looked up at me, unsmiling, and said in a small voice, “I’m 92 now. I don’t want to start another book. I don’t think I’ll be around to finish it.”
Such a heart-rending comment from one of the all-time great writers.
It’s remained with me ever since, reminding me that time is infinite.
Must keep writing.